Epilogue. Katya. Six Months Later

It had been at least a month since Yuri and I had sex. I honestly couldn’t remember. I was as big as a house, and it was just never the right time. That was going to change tonight. We both needed to relieve some tension. He was irritable, which was nothing new, but he took showers that lasted about 10 minutes too long lately. And that was unusual for him. Hopefully he won't need to do that for a little while.

Part of the problem was me being huge and just didn’t feel sexy. But he always followed me with those eyes, and they were still filled with lust. But he stayed away, out of self-control, I guess. Or he was deliberately staying away from me, thinking that I was completely closed for business at this point in the pregnancy. It was this lack of communication that was the problem, and it had to change.

I wait for him in the bedroom, having just taken a shower and he walks in after a long day’s work. He looks amazing in his suit with dark gray blue pinstripes. He takes off the jacket and throws it on a chair. The top two buttons of his white shirt were open, hinting at the chest hair underneath and the sleeves were rolled up just below the elbow revealing those beautiful thick forearms.

“Hey babe,” I tell him, trying to sound casual.

He walks over beaming at me, his hand slips around my waist, his eyes hungry and possessive, "Hey babe. You look gorgeous with my baby in you," he whispered in my ear.

I tried to look him in his eyes, but they were roaming all over my body, feasting on everything they saw.

I leaned forward to kiss him and told him, "I want you. It's been too long."

His eyes flashed desire. "You sure you're not… I won't hurt the baby?"

"No silly. People have been doing this for thousands, millions of years. We'll just take it slow and gentle,” I added, not sure myself despite the entire medical community saying ‘go for it’.

“I'll take it however I can get it. One day we’ll get back to not very slow and not very gentle but for now that works.” He lifted me up and carried me to the bed, slowly and gently placing me on top.

“First let me taste you,” he said and unwrapped my towel, kissing my breasts and lingering there for a while before working his way down. They had gotten bigger, and he had noticed.

He pushed my knees apart, then dipped his tongue into my crease. I moaned, already close—I was starved for this. It felt like it had been a year.

He felt my thighs tense against his ears, but he didn't hurry, just pushed my knees apart again and held onto my upper thighs.He started kissing my inner thighs and teased, coming up to kiss my belly and rose to his knees to unbutton his shirt.

I couldn't wait, I helped him unbuckle his belt and pulled down his boxers, helping his cock spring free. I got up on my knees, putting him in my mouth greedily, the salty pre-come tasting coppery like sucking on a penny as he held the side of my head, sliding in and out of my mouth. Then he pulled away, backing away from me, pushed me back on the bed.

“It's been too long and that feels way too good. I want to come inside you not in your mouth.”

He turned me on my side and positioned himself behind me, nuzzling my neck and sliding his hand down between my breasts then down my stomach and lifting one leg up as he dipped a finger in, making me moan.

“Hot and wet and ready for me,” he whispered in my ear.

I helped lift my leg in the air as he pressed against my entrance, spooning me. The tip entered as he cupped my breast, and his lips kissed the back of my neck. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch and touching me all over.

“God, I missed this,” I moaned as I looked at him over my shoulder and tried to hook my arm around his head to kiss him. A brief kiss, then letting him go, I turn my head to focus on his hips and his cock as he slid in and out of me.

The rhythm was slow and delicious, and it felt like we were one person. No idea how long it lasted— time and the world disappeared, all I had was that slow building pleasure till it became too much and my toes curled, my legs stretched, and I was so fucking ready for that release that it surprised me, I was tumbling over the cliff, coming so fast and easy. I held his thigh against me, pulling him into me as he caught up and came with me, holding me tight, squeezing my body against him. I moaned, shuddered, and felt his come erupt inside me as he bit down on my shoulder.

We lay there, sweaty, hot, sticky messes until our breathing settled back to normal.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.

“And I love you,” I told him. “I thought of a name, too. But we need to decide together, part of the deal.”

“Okay.”

“Volya. It means ‘freedom’, or ‘will’. A reminder that it’s his choice, and that all the power we have over him as parents we have to rein that in to let him decide and support him, whatever he decides."

"I like it.”

Sometimes everything works out, though not the way you wanted it, or the way you imagined it.

This was everything I ever wanted.

I belonged here.